The Works of James Meikle; Containing Solitude Sweetened, the Traveller, Select Remains, Metaphysical Maxims, and Other Miscellaneous Works - Softcover

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1818. Excerpt: ... XIX. The King of Terrors. Death, thou art "King of terrors' nam'd, For, skilful to destroy, Thou hast a cruel army, fam'd For scatt'ring pale annoy. To die, and yet quite unprepar'd Must terrible appear; For death will no man's state regard, Nor one entreaty hear. The tort'ring pang to undergo, That dissolution brings, And feel the hand of nature's foe, Asunder tear life's strings! To leave the world and friends below, And every fond delight, And deeply plunge, for aught I know, In an eternal night! To pass, while unknown worlds appear, And by an unknown road, From earth unto the flaming bar Of a tremendous God! The ghastly pow'r that can perform Such dreadful things on me, M»st to a faint and silly worm. The king of terrors be. But heav'n's great King, who rules on high, Be with me in that hour; Then by his might I shall defy The king of terrors' pow'r. XX. A dying Infant. On thee, O God.' this child I roll, That thine he still may be; When he breathes out his infant soul, Lord, take him home to thee. When weeping friends the babe attend, As life forsakes the clay, Let winged seraphims descend, And waft his soul away. Though here the fam'lybe made less, By the lov'd number one; By one so may the hosts increase, That sing before the throne. Now let another harp in tune For ever praise above, Another soul attend the throne, Another sing of love. Receive him to thy boundless bliss, Which he could ne'er implore, To sing of all thine unsought grace, And we will weep no more. XXI. On the loss of a Limb. What pain that patient undergoes! What agony endures.' A limb, thougn dear, away he throws, To gain a few more hours. Yet who can say that loss of limb Shall rescue him from death? But sinners, who forsake their sin, Shall never feel God's wrath. We lose ...

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